Stephen Howe, owner of Howe & Bassett, writes poems, prose and creates original crossword puzzles in his spare time. Click on the links below.

Stephen Howe, sees the world through the eyes of his son.

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Poems by Stephen Howe:
9/10/06
College, week 1
The Rifle
Favorite Sports Poems by Others
Summer
Son In The Attic
Fall
Coat Tree
Heavy
Merlin

Beth & Rusty
This was written by my cousin about her sister, Beth & Rusty, my Best Man

Crossword Puzzles by Stephen Howe:
Everyone's Irish on St. Patricks Day
Time on my Hands

9/10/06
By Stephen Howe

Floating at 120 knots, my instructors voice squawks
It's the day before 9/11, & we're alone in the sky
I scan the horizon on a Sunday that seems clear enough to
see the shadows of the skyscrapers in New York
There were no airplanes
& though my ears are covered with gel-filled 2006 technology
my eyes are not closed
in the see-no-evil caricature of 2001

Above is the same sun that warms
the virgin-mad-men in Iraq
below, the patchwork quilt of thousands of families
their amber waves not stained by unfulfilled promise & aluminum
There are no airplanes
The planet spins on in a macabre dance of elation and depression
births & deaths, some are held tightly in it's protective arms
other unfortunates flung into the vacuum of the next life

Squawk. See the silver silos?
Let's turn left there, or whatever feels right